Novel & Cerita Maui X Moana Fanart

His grip on my hand tightened. “Moana Whitemane as we all know was the Luna to be. The Alpha’s mate. Ava envied that position but since she couldn’t get it, she forced her daughter to manipulate and seduce the Alpha. They were never fated mates. They were successful but Moana wasn’t in love with the Alpha. She had a lover. She would do whatever her mother told her to but she wasn’t happy. They had a disagreement one day about a particular contract. She wanted to be in charge of it but Moana’s mate was supposed to. She accidentally blurted out his secret in a drunken state to a commoner whom she later threatened to kill if he spoke. He was bold enough to tell Moana about her mother's plan to

Love? What did Moana mean that I can make Baron love me? What would it be like to be loved by Baron? Will he be as fierce in love as he was in hate? No. What was wrong with me? To even have a thought of it is nothing but absurdity. But Moana wasn't done yet," I don't think you can ever find any suitable mate like him around here. He is young, a power to reckon with, verile, well matched to you in estate and not too ugly."

Her makeup was done lightly because she wasn't fond of makeup. Liara looked at Moana, who was wearing a thin spaghetti strap dress of golden color, reaching just before her knee, matching with a beautiful gold chain with a heart-shaped pendant on her neck. Since she didn’t get her ear pierced, so she didn’t have to wear earrings. Her short hair, reaching her shoulder, was kept open, which Doctor Sara had cut an hour ago.

I’m truly blessed. An hour later, the house was bustling with people. The event organisers and the catering company for Alaia’s birthday party setting everything up before family and friends arrive to celebrate our daughter's first birthday with us. The house was decorated to perfection, Hawaiian style. Everywhere I looked, I saw Moana and Maui and pictures of Laia we took of her growing up. Her birthday cake was four tiers, blue and white with shells, resembling the ocean with a chocolate mould of baby Moana sitting on the top.

That girl, Elizabeth, is digging her own grave, and Moana is liking it. Deep down in her, Moana knows Ethan doesn’t like changes. He likes his things being left the way they are, and he’ll be so pissed off by the time he gets back from work and sees that the stupid girl he brought in the previous night has messed with his interior paintings. ‘She’ll be kicked out immediately.’ Moana grins mischievously. Moana despises Elizabeth with passion. She doesn’t like that Ethan brought her home from nowhere. She’s always wanted Ethan to herself. Even though he’s never for once shown any interest in her, however, she likes that he has no woman in his life. She’s content with him having no woman in the

Niklaus smiled as the crowd cheered. As we gathered for our Hawaiian Luau, a huge sign greeted us with the words 'Welcome home to Ohana MauLoa Islands.' Of course, everyone knew the truth - this was still Delacoix Islands. We just needed to keep a low profile for a few centuries. But I had grown fond of the new name, with its meaning of 'Family forever.' It resonated deeply with our values. I might just convince Niklaus to make the change permanent.

Ravenna moaned under his breath. "Easy Ravenna, unless you want Laura hearing you very sensual moans." She pulled away from his grip, running into the restroom. He face had turned pink as clutched to the mop stick in her hand. Her heart rate had increased. There was a knock on the door, Ravenna hands trembled as she reached for the doorknob. As she clicked the knop open. Matoe stood before her in all elegance." What do you want from me ?" Matoe stepped forward, bridging the gap between them before whispering into her ears. "What if I say all I have ever wanted was you?" Ravenna stepped backwards, but Matoe didn't let the space the was so trying to create exist. Matoe held onto her slender wa

The tail, long and scaled in deep obsidian tipped with glimmering teal, arched behind her like a crown born of the sea itself. She swam toward him, her movement both predatory and heartbreakingly fragile. Humphrey trembled, not from fear but from the overwhelming truth of her,his mate, his moon, his siren. Her hand, webbed faintly now with translucent fins, rose hesitantly, brushing over his cheek. The warmth of her palm burned against his skin even though her body carried the coolness of the water. He leaned into it without hesitation, his eyes closing, a ragged exhale breaking free.

This room feels cozy and inviting, and I can already imagine spending hours here, lost in my books and writing. I move on to the next room, which is painted in a calming shade of blue. The walls are adorned with surf-themed artwork, and there's a surfboard propped up against one corner. The bed is covered in a vibrant, tropical print, and the room is filled with natural light. This room feels like a beach getaway, and I can picture myself waking up to the sound of waves crashing and spending my days exploring the beautiful beaches of Hawaii.

Moana's wary eyes mirrored all the fear and uncertainty that I felt—the responsibilities weighing in on us. Gobsmacked, I just drew her into my arms, enclosing her thin frame with my own limbs, touching but not clutching. Our lips smashed together in a sudden, desperate, bursting kiss; all that was above was forgotten. There was only the heat of two bodies touching, the rhythm of their hearts beating together in tenuous harmony. Moana's hand brushed up my chest, her fingertips tracing the outline of my face so softly it belied the harsh reality that was soon to be a part of our lives. "I'm scared, Theophilus," she whispered above the hum of activity, hardly above audibility.